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Gently

I saw him as soon as I pulled up to the stoplight. He was a man in late 50’s, early 60’s slowly, carefully, walking down a hill away from the traffic signal. He was slow, taking painful steps. I didn’t want to stare so I looked out the corner of my eye; watching every step, shuffle and pause. His face showed his age, his wincing revealed a hard, difficult, life. Many of his steps were unsteady causing worry that he might fall but he progressed on his way in spite of the awkwardness of his gait.

As I watched him I thought about family, friends, clients who struggle to make their way on this path called life. I’m one who struggles. I think at times we all have seasons where we’re just trying not to fall or fall back. It is in these times especially we should treat ourselves gently, remembering the words of the philosopher #Plato:

“Never judge a person’s progress, no matter how slow.”

blessings,
@BrianLoging (Twitter)
thewannabesaint.com

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In Time

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In Time

I was talking with a friend the other day about getting older. She’s in her fifties and I’m in my middle forties. We were comparing grunts, groans, aches, pains, hurts, everyday stiffness and general uncomfortableness. I remember being told when in my thirties that once you hit 40; “It’s all downhill from there!” Admittedly forties have been rougher on my body than ever before but the fifty-year-olds are telling me; “Wait until you’re 50! It’s all downhill from there!” Just when I’m about to get to the top of the hill and ready to roll down the other side they keep adding more hill to climb.

I heard someone say the other day; “You just get used to some hurts and pains and learn to live with them. It’s life.” I believe there is a lot of truth in this statement. We all walk different paths, have dissimilar experiences and what we go through at a particular point in our lives doesn’t necessarily mean we can predict what others will encounter at the same point in their lives.

Wisdom tells us the aches and pains, joys and blessings of life are unpredictable and our only real choice is to accept or fight when and what the path brings us.

blessings,
@BrianLoging (Twitter)
thewannabesaint.com

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Still Together

Earlier this afternoon Beth and I finally went to see Batman V Superman; Dawn of Justice. Enjoyed the movie and neither the Mrs. or I understand all the negative press its received. For the commercials, trailers and first fifteen minutes of the movie we were the only ones in the theater. Then a strange sound echoed through the room as an elderly man with a loud metal cane and an elderly woman slowly made their way to a pair of seats. They took forever to get seated, whispered so loudly you could hear everything they said, snuck in a couple of bottles of water, and were as cute as they could be. I was watching the movie and watching them and thought how out of place this pair seemed watching a comic book movie. However, it didn’t take long before I thought; “I hope, when Beth and I are that age, we’re still going to superhero movies, distracting young folk and being wherever, together.”

blessings,
@BrianLoging (Twitter)
thewannabesaint.com

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that Fiat Commercial

This might be one of the strangest commercials I have ever seen…

I don’t get it, I really don’t. Every time it comes on the television it gives me a headache. It’s weird, odd, confusing and makes me not want to buy a Fiat, or ever drive again.

The other day this commercial popped up and I finally understood…it’s not for me. I’m too old to get it. This commercial is a check on my mortality. I’ve also noticed that most of the songs played in sit-down restaruants I recognize, this used to never happen. I’m singing along and it dawns on me; “these songs are 10, 15, 20 years old!”

Beth and I celebrated 24 years of marriage last month. 24! I’ve now been married to her 6 years longer than I was ever single. Whoa.

Maybe it’s Fiat, maybe its my friend’s funeral last week, maybe I’m just tired, but where does the time go, where does life go?

“…we are dust.
The life of mortals is like grass,
    they flourish like a flower of the field;
the wind blows over it and it is gone,
    and its place remembers it no more.”

Book of Psalms, #103

blessings,
bdl
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